They came so suddenly and with no warning, but then we don't have the technology to detect them. Our people had never been to the stars. They tore apart my planet like it was paper and, while I was reeling from the horror and realization that my planet would never again exist in this universe, Jack was happily taking me on a tour of the galaxy and throwing me into a place I couldn't comprehend as if none of it mattered.
Perhaps to him, it didn't.
Starfleet. Earth. Humans. They expect me to understand but how could I? I've never known them or thought I would know them. Aliens from a distant galaxy. I am trying to get to know them, and there are moments where happiness overshadows my loss. Times when I forget.
I woke up screaming and had to send away a security officer. Our ship is so small, but I am starting to love it. My little room that Jack made, nestled on the engineering deck deep in the ship. Its sounds have become a comfort to me and the gentle glow of the thrusters out my large window reminds me of home.
Soon we'll be at our destination. Only a week away. Will I find a moment of happiness in this Edmonton?